The orc patted the guard tribesman on the shoulder and sighed, "I’ll go back and check on things first, the rest is up to the Shaman to decide."
The guard tribesman also knew their opinions didn’t carry much weight and nodded with a dim expression, "Go on, we still have to keep watch. We’ll co to see you when we change shifts at night."
Transforming into his beast form, the orc swiftly navigated through the Land of Death. The Crocodile Orcs around felt the reeds vibrating and curiously poked their heads out to see the evolved mber of their tribe returning, their eyes gleaming with brightness.
Looking at the light in his tribesn’s eyes, the orc’s heart grew heavy. The people of the Watson Tribe were filled with hope for life, their every day was full of happiness and joy.
But what his own tribespeople looked forward to each day was whether the Clan Leader was in a good mood, whether the day’s food would be distributed. A tribe like this really slled worse than the swamps beneath his feet.
"Dubi!" A sowhat coarse voice ca from ahead. Although the voice wasn’t pleasant, it sounded like heavenly music to the orc’s ears, the re sound of the owner calling his na was enough to make Dubi’s eyes well up with tears.
The orc stopped in his tracks and transford into his towering orc form, his eyes reddened as he gazed at the robust female holding a small child ahead. His mouth opened but no words ca out; he just stared at them, dumbfounded.
"Aw, aw~" The silence was torturous for the lively and active little one who began to struggle in his mother, Amu’s arms. His tiny snout wriggled incessantly.
Slling the familiar scent in the air, he reached out his little paws in Dubi’s direction.
Seeing the small fellow who was not nearly as robust as those from the Watson Tribe, Dubi’s heart felt an intense and painful sourness.
He took big strides forward, took the small child from the female, and embraced the tear-streaked female in his arms, "I’m sorry, I’m late."
The female clung tightly to her own orc’s waist, her grievances and sorrows bursting forth as she sobbed uncontrollably in his embrace.
Listening to his mate’s crying, feeling the hot wetness against his chest, the orc felt as if sothing sharp was pricking his heart, a fine and intense pain, utterly tornting.
After a long ti, the female finally cald her crying and lifted her head from the orc’s embrace, "Gavin ca back and said the exit to that tribe where you went got blocked, I was worried you had been discovered by that tribe, I..."
Seeing his partner’s reddened eyes and nose, the orc’s heart ached. He leaned down to kiss her forehead and softly comforted her, "That’s not the case; the exit connects to the Eneru River, strange fish appeared that day and injured our tribe’s people, that’s why it was sealed."
He sighed, "Look at , aren’t I all right?"
The female nodded and led him toward their cave, "It’s a good thing I got so food, let’s go in and eat."
The orc followed his mate with a smile. The cave was not very deep, constructed of a sacred type of mud and only about half the height of an orc, making it quite cramped to live in.
However, to safely get through the cold season, the Crocodile Orcs all lived in such caves.
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